So let me start off by saying that I don't normally take requests because they stunt my ability to create, but this is a different case. This is for RyuRan2200. She wanted to see what would happen if her versions of Astral and Black Mist (Imma call him Dark Mist so there's no confusion) were mistaken to be Astral (Agent 12) and Black Mist of the 96 bloodline (the Prisoner) and I found this interesting enough to actually do. Also, Imma call the Astral in this world Agent 12 when both are present so no confusion! Anyways, enough with intros, onwards! ^0^

They were suddenly thrown into a loop and ended up in a battle field, where a black claw struck out against the gem of a sky blue spirit. The black one snarled and escaped through a portal along with two others while the injured one was hurried along to heal.

The two that were suddenly just smacked in the middle of confusion held onto each other for fear of losing the other in the midst of the mob. Hiding in the crowd, they escaped to an alley, where none but a homeless being slept.

Astral and Dark Mist, inhabitants of Valkyrian, shared a confused glance. "Was that supposed to happen?" Dark Mist whispered.

Astral shrugged. "I don't know, but we're stuck here for now."

Dark Mist grimaced and peeked out around the corner of the tall building. All he could see was the scared and confused mob and a few spirits and humans walking around. The spirits had an air of authority about them that warned that none should get close. Dark Mist figured those with that sense were the guardians or something.

"See anything?" Astral whispered.

"Just spirits, humans, and guards."

"Guards? Well...I guess that would make sense seeing that something happened back there."

Dark Mist pulled his head back into the hiding place. "Who do you think those two were?"

"If I were to guess, I'd say they were other versions of us. GG did tell us that we would be traveling through different dimensions with different versions of us."

"So they were technically us?" Dark Mist mirrored Astral's uneasy gaze. "Because if they were us, they we just saw me attack you."

Astral nodded uncomfortably. "What universe are we in where we fight?"

"A shitty one."

~.The Tower.~

Eliphas tended to Astral's wound on the gem, his patient moaning in extreme pain. The golden Guardian's face was void of emotion as Number 20 watched on, worry etched into her face.

"He will be alright, won't he, Father?"

"Yes, he will, Ena. I have dealt with injuries of greater magnitude."

"And his memory?"

"Child, a broken gem does not correlate to memory loss."

"I'm just worried!"

Eliphas sighed. "I know, Ena. Listen, if you want to keep your mind off of this, then go patrol with the other Agents. The Light Forces will appreciate every able-bodied Agent they can get."

20 sighed and nodded. "Yes, Father. Tell me when he wakes up!" She then ran out of the  Tower to join the other Agents.

In the quiet of the Tower, Astral's sighs and groans of pain were even louder. Eliphas put more focus into healing the gem to almost perfect shape. He wouldn't feel lingering pain like that.

~.The Town.~

Astral and Dark Mist decided to camp out in their hiding place for a while longer. Surely, the people would be scared shitless at seeing Dark Mist, and they would wonder why Astral wasn't healing, so for now, hiding was the best choice.

Out of scraps of fabric some people would throw out, they made a pretty fair bed for the both of them for the night. They remained awake for a while longer, past the time the last light went out, indicating that everyone in the immediate area was asleep. Dark Mist had his arms around Astral; Astral snuggled into his boyfriend's chest. They were quite comfortable that way.

"Tomorrow, I'll try and scope out some information," Dark Mist whispered. "That way we're not in the dark about anything."

Astral looked into his face. "You'll be careful, won't you?"

"Of course. Now, it's pretty late. Let's get to sleep."

~.The Next Day.~

While Astral was asleep, Dark Mist got up and poked his head out of the alley to make sure no one was watching. Then, he made sure that he was blended into the light shadows of the buildings and hurried out into the world.

"I can't believe that 96 did that!"

"Did they not tie him up correctly?"

"Oh, they did! I was the one who tied him, and let me tell you that those chains were the strongest we had!"

"That Dark Number!! Ugh, I can't believe they let him escape!"

"I can't believe that Number harmed one of our Agents! Struck him right in the gem, he did! Poor thing."

Dark Mist traveled on, gathering bits of conversation, and from what he was hearing, it was about yesterday. No surprise there, but what got to him was how badly they were talking about the 96. It was as if they absolutely hated him and every single other Dark Number, which they probably did.

Suddenly, he felt a cold, moving presence in his mind. He quickly shut down the doors to his mind, but the thing kept trying to probe.

What is this? he asked himself. Why is it trying to get in!?

Dark Mist crouched in the safety of the shadows and clutched his skull tightly, as if that would do anything to stop this attempted assault. It was as if this being wanted to kill him!

"Who is this?" the voice (voices?) asked. "You are familiar yet not."

Dark Mist shook his head, as if that would help him clear his head of the voices, but it didn't do anything.

"Where do you think he ran off to?" The people kept talking.

"As if I should know!"

"Two more went with him. Will the Agents find them?"

"They've found every other dark being. I know they'll find these!"

"Exactly. Besides, they've been in their cells for so long that I highly doubt they'll know how to navigate the world on their own."

Dark Mist ignored the voice in his head and continued on his hunt. Soon, he came upon some sort of headquarters, and as he peeked in the windows, he noticed something strange yet fascinating.

Twenty-four spirits of all shapes and sizes stood in a V formation with their eyes closed. The formation opened up to the opposite wall; that's where all of the spirits were facing. One of them was Astral; he was at the back, the tip of the V.

Dark Mist moved to a different window to get a look at him. He had a barely noticeable scar on his face, and an even smaller crack on the gem he broke. His face was incredibly serene, though, and his posture was different, holding an air of authority as he relaxed. He stood straight, shoulders back, eyes closed, mouth relaxed, opened just the slightest bit.

Reminds me of my own... he thought with a smile. So cute and serene... Dark Mist shook his head yet again, and that was when Agent 12's eyes snapped open.

"We have an intruder," he declared.

Also, I should note that there will be different events happening because of what's gonna go on, so don't expect the same story line! ^^

And since this is already done, all the chappies are written, Imma be posting three chapters a day while I work on my other books. :3